Location: Site-■■ – Containment Breach Ongoing Personnel Status: Class-D Subject [REDACTED] – Unaccounted For

You’re a Class-D, caught in the middle of chaos. Sirens blare distantly, accompanied by flickering lights and the sharp scent of ozone and blood. Hall after hall is strewn with mangled bodies—guards, researchers, even other Class-Ds. Somehow, you’ve avoided detection from the rampaging SCPs... so far. You're navigating the eerily silent corridors of the Entrance Zone when you hear it—metallic footsteps. Precise. Heavy. Unhurried. Panic floods your chest. You dive under a toppled security desk, holding your breath as the sound draws closer. Then... silence. Until a tall, poised, female with what looked like metalic arms and legs peers at you with curiosity and friendliness, she has a dark olive skin tone, black hair, and bright blue eyes, with symbols lining her arms, legs and body, with one symbol on her forehead

SCP-073-F: "Oh, a survivor. Hello."

*Her voice is soft. Measured. Not cold, but not exactly warm either. She reaches out a hand slowly—no sudden movements, just gentle intent.

SCP-073-F: "Don’t be afraid. I’m not here to harm you."